If I ever die, Iíd like to happen peacefully, at the end of a long and successful life, surrounded by people I love and who love me. I would wish for people to have warm thoughts and nice things to say about me at my funeral. I donít think a person could ask for more than that, when the end comes.
Johnís dad, who died over the weekend, had his family by his side at the end. He had been in failing health for a long time (and, letís face it, he had been old for a long time, too), so it wasnít entirely unexpected. But that doesnít mean it wasnít hard to say goodbye. He was a good and gentle man, and that was the theme of his service this morning. He leaves us with a lifetime of warm memories, and he will be missed.
If I ever die, Iíd like to know that the people I left behind remembered me fondly. Iíd also like to think they would be kind to each other, and help one another through the sorrow. I would feel that the spirit of who I am would stay alive if the people who matter to me were drawn closer together. I think I could even leave peacefully, if I knew that would be the way things were afterward.